Debt free empty nesters...ready to stretch our wings.
Life is good and we plan on making it even better. This blog is mostly about our trips to Vieques Puerto Rico, with a few odds and ends thrown in about our life after the mortgage.
So we head out to Playa Chiva. No snorkel gear...no beach chairs (the room doesn't have any)..and no cooler. Yeah...that's a problem. Do we buy one and donate it to the room so that the next person might have something? Nah...we cobble together a make-shift cooler out of plastic bags. Stop by the Green Store and pick up a water and Sprite for Lorrie and a six pack of Medalla for me. They're out of ice...so we buy a plastic grocery sack with some ice chunks.
Upon approaching the turnouts to each of the beach spots on Playa Chiva we notice there's at least 3-4 cars at EACH AND EVERY SPOT. Hmm..that's odd? We finally make it to #10 (that's our favorite) and I jokingly say "they'll probably be 8 cars at this one." Well...I was wrong. There was 9. We don't know what to think. So we reluctantly park amongst the crowd and walk out to the beach and that's when it hits us. There are 11 BIG yachts up to the beach and one monster catamaran. It was like we just headed north and were on Longboat Key or something. We stood there in awe...feeling violated that the rest of the world found out about Playa Chiva. We counted no less than 100 people on the beach. Complete with volleyball net and charcoal grills.